Poetry: Subtle Seasons
A scrap of paper tucked in a drawer reads “seasons are subtle on the Central Coast.” I wrote that note to myself several years ago. It was mostly true, and…
Poetry: Two by Kevin Patrick Sullivan
Your Gift There are images maybe traces of tenderness a quiet breathing this shared breath waking next to you The Bridge Come from under the sun Leap into the…
Video: Writing Local History. That Isn’t Local.
Writing Local History—That Isn't Local is a kind of primer. Because no matter how much we might disagree—we are all connected as Americans—"local" history never really is just "local."
Poetry: Homeless
She was young, maybe in her twenties, a pretty face, asleep and cocooned in a blanket in the space between the concrete wall of the shopping cart corral and the…
Poetry: Sea Blossoms
My mother has long wavy green hair she slaps at my ankles my thighs she wants to break over my head knock me down in the surf give me a…
Poetry: Abundance
Morning light bathes my face and filigrees the edges of leaves like halos. The soul-stirring cry of a red-tailed hawk rings out as she flies searching across the sky. If…
Poetry: A Thin Blue Line
Red — bright red against the clouds a cardinal sits high wavering with the wind Such a thin blue line circles the top of the world :: Kevin Patrick Sullivan
Poetry: Chances
Photo by Abed Ismail Each day I get another chance to stay in the present moment, to be grateful for being alive, another chance to give up sugar, another chance…
Visual Arts: Local Artist Creates Live Oak Art
Live Oak Music Festival will be represented this year with artwork created by San Luis Obispo painter, muralist, and digital illustrator Amy McKay. The work, according to Festival information, reflects…
Poetry: Winter
Photo by Ioana Kortis Every year as we enter crusty, frost covered mornings and evenings that turn dark way too soon, don’t you want to go back, or hurry through…